“Speak for yourself, /I/ am already dressed,” Summer said haughtily. “But it’s not like the kitchen isn’t fully stocked.” She got up off his lap and fetched the camera. “You may take pictures of anything you like.”
He sighed dramatically and moved to grab a shirt, buttoning it up before glancing up at her with a crooked smile. “I might just have a whole photo album dedicated to you then, if that’s alright.”
She twisted her mouth up. “It will be a very bad photo album.” Contemplating his shirt, she tweaked the collar flat. “Does your putting on a shirt mean you want to go out?”